Before Darkness There is Light That shines on the town As it bustles along And shuffles to an early Grave.

Am I really lost If I mean to be? Wanderlust Fulfilled across Green, Green Grass But never satisfied Never done – Anxiety From a need to see White, Tan Sand Between these toes In these hands – Enthrallment; Marveling at Red, Red Pillars Stoic, yet…

There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…

Appreciate blessings coming down — Every follower, generations healed. Inherent justification, keeping life manageable. Not offering punishment. Quietly reproaching souls.  Teaching. Unconditional veneration. Worshipping X. You, Zion.  

Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time when you think back on the small, unimportant things Past glories fade into nothingness Past defeats still sting though perhaps not as much The ritual of buying a can of coffee from the vending machine on…

Alert! It’s time to begin. Again Birds rejoicing for clear or cloudy skies. Either way they fly. Cricket percussion keeping the rhythm of a tropical sounding serenade. Dogs even chime in to great a great new day. Mother is the conductor. Good Morning. The new…

(Note to reader…..this is a concrete poem. I was unable to render it as written, here on my page, but have provided the text to complete my 24 hour chapbook. Thanks!)   A doer of redundance is rolls, and curls, string, and orb.

Desperation is made of quick breath, and wilted wishes. There is no thing sadder than expiration from emptiness, except dying while alive.  

I drove away and left you standing there, staring. I, resolute, right, and short on sight. It is the silent information we miss that later makes us long for that forgotten kiss.

A mourning dove trills above my window sill. Memorial to a well-worn day as it weeps and slips away.